Goober Peas Lyrics - Singles - Burl Ives

Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day 

Chatting with my mess-mates, passing time away 

Laying in the shadows underneath the trees 

Goodness how delicious eating goober peas 

Peas, peas, peas, peas 

Eating goober peas 

Goodness how delicious 

Eating goober peas 

When a horse-man passes, the soldiers have a rule 

To cry out at their loudest, "Mister, here's your mule?" 

But another pleasure enchanting-er than these 

Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas 

Peas, peas, peas, peas 

Eating goober peas 

Is wearing out your grinders 

Eating goober peas 

Just before the battle, the General hears a row 

He said, "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now" 

He turns around in wonder and what do you think he sees? 

The Georgia Militia eating goober peas 

Peas, peas, peas, peas 

Eating goober peas 

The Georgia Militia 

Eating goober peas 

I think my song has lasted almost long enough 

The subject's interesting but the rhymes are mighty tough 

I wish this war was over and free from rags and fleas 

We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts, and gobble goober peas 

Peas, peas, peas, peas 

Gobble goober peas 

We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts 

And gobble goober peas